Intercepted

I was just about to record this awesome hippie mother-daughter duo dancing to street music in front of the Powell Street BART station. Right as I hit record, this (presumably) homeless man beelined over to me and grabbed my hand (to shake it). He then looked at me and started talking, but his voice was sooo low that he was basically mouthing the words. He was staring very intently at me.

And then the hair on the back of my neck stood up.

This isn't a default reaction of mine, but there was something telling me to take my hand and get the hell out of there.

So that's what I did.

Maybe I'm paranoid or maybe I'm just getting street savy. Usually, my interactions with the homeless in San Francisco don't freak me out. But there was something about the way he was looking at me and mouthing words that made my skin crawl.

No video though, as soon as I saw him comung I zipped my phone into my bag. Thankfully, both my wallet and phone are still in there.